No sooner had one season slipped out the door than the next came in by another door. A person might scramble to the closing door and call out, Hey, wait a minute, there’s one last thing I forgot to tell you. But nobody would be there any more. The door shuts tight. Already another season is in the room, sitting in a chair, striking a match to light a cigarette. Anything you forgot to mention, the stranger says, you might as well go ahead and tell me, and if it works out, I’ll get the message through.
Nah, it’s okay, you say, it was nothing really. And all around, the sound of the wind. Nothing, really. A season’s died, that’s all.
- Haruki Murakami, Pinball, 1973 (1985)
|34:59||Astral & Shit||nam ego|
|78:07||Atrio Serenade||El Reflejo De Tus Ojos|
|99:49||Atrio Serenade||No hay tiempo , No hay Espacio , Solo Tú|
|124:16||Fellirium||Chasing the spiral|
|151:31||oVdk & Bunk Data||Transition Function|
|163:21||oVdk & Bunk Data||Relinquished Moon|
|172:11||oVdk & Bunk Data||La ligne de mort (vitaliste)|
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